Thank You for the Message

First, may I say how honored I am that this benevolent leader of all leaders took time from his busy, middle-of-the-night toilet tweet schedule to acknowledge me–LITTLE OLD ME–the Radical Left Scum. And for him to wish me a Merry Christmas! What an honor! I was just in the middle of my country -destroying activities when it came through. I felt the joy of the season truly when I read this.

And I hope everyone feels that same radiating warmth flying off of this lovely man. It is clear that he wishes the best for the citizens of his beloved nation.

And thank the good lord Satan, who is his beacon of trust, for bringing this man into our life each and every day. His face fills the world with happiness and contentment, knowing he has protected us from evil transgenders and shiftless, lazy, criminal immigrants.

Thank goodness all the other countries can finally respect us again, perhaps like never before.. For so many years, we were just an unnamed and powerless country that no one really ever heard of. It was said for decades upon decades that we were just a “shithole” country. NOT ANYMORE!

Even better, I’m anxiously awaiting my thousands or millions of Tariff dollars to roll in! I feel completely certain that this tariff plan will give all of us Trillions of Dollars in Growth and Prosperity. I can tell by the way each of those words is capitalized that it’s true.

I’m also especially thankful that prezzidant has assured us that he never knew this man they call Epstein, nor did he fly on his plane eight times. All of this can be clearly seen on the pages of the released files, in the one sentence on the one page that is not blacked out: The page that has the words on it “trumP and “did not” and “epstein.” Yes, those words prove everything I need to know.

Shifting out of satire mode:

A Seasonal Wish from Me

Now, I’d like to make a wish for all: May the year 2026 bring on such a dire disaster for the prezzident that we never have to look at his face again, unless it is buried under the earth, or strung up from the highest tree.

Mussolini, 1945, is the one the arrow points to.